And The Essentials Are…
Working on the novel, blogging and dealing with client projects.
My life is stripped down to bare bones minimum at the moment. My 92-year-old mother is in the hospital, facing surgery for a hairline fracture tomorrow morning. This, of course, requires much time spent at her bedside, as she is confused and agitated,and even if she weren't I would want to be there.
I got home tonight, had a glass of wine and tried to think of all the things that have gone undone the last few days. And I realized they fall into three categories: the novel, the blog, and the stray client project.
The, of course, there are the essentials of survival in a situation such as this: family, friends, and internet buddies, and all my peeps on Twitter who have supported me through this. (There is something strangely soothing about tweeting every aspect of a crisis.) Food is in short supply bedside and rumbling stomachs must be ignored, which is not all bad as it creates an enforced diet. Wine is at the ready immediately upon crossing the threshold of home.
The bad news is that everyone else in my family is gainfully employed, ie, has a real job, which means the weekday hospital watch falls to me. The good news is that the hospital has wi-fi. (Not only that, I just discovered that Providence is one of the top 100 most wired hospitals. Woo-hoo!) So I can work from Mom's hospital room. The best news is that we somehow landed in the brand spanking new "tower" of the hospital–private room with a view, all state-of-the-art equipment. It is posh. They have a special frosted-glass bathroom door that doubles as a whiteboard. The nurses come in and write the date and their names on it. State-of-the-art, I'm telling you.
I have a blog post I wrote in a cool little notebook my sister gave me for Xmas while waiting in the ER yesterday. If all goes well, I'll get it posted tomorrow, from the state-of-the-art room. In the meantime, I am going to bed.